Thomas Fuller (writer) (1654 – 1734)
English physician, writer and adage collector.
Small Pitchers have wide Ears.
Men hate those they have hurt.
I can't be your Friend, and your Flatterer too.
By Trifles and unheeded common Things of Life, thou may'st discover Mens Qualities, Tempers, and Inclinations, better than by their greater Actions : Because in Matters of Importance they strain themselves, but in lesser Things they heedlessly follow the Current of their own Natures.
He that spares the Bad, injures the Good.
Rolling Stones gather no Moss.
The Mountains have brought forth a Mouse.
The Sun is never the worse for shining on a Dunghill.
If thou findest thou canst not suffer the Impertinencies, Follies, and ill Usages of the World, withdraw from it ; but first be sure thou canst bear with thyself.
To him, that you tell your Secret, you resign your Liberty.
The more Cooks, the worse Broth.
As he that doth not eat when he should, may have no Stomach when he is weak, but presently vomits up his Food again ; so if thou studiest not the Art of Patience, and preparest not thy mind before-hand, and takest not in Grounds of Consolation, till thou art in Troubles, and hast need of great Comfort, thou wilt find thy Soul very impatient of Remedies, and 'twill be irksome to thee but even to read such Things as should quiet thee.
Trust him no further than you can throw him.
Call your Husband Cuckold in Jest and he'll ne'er suspect you.
A Father is a Treasure, a Brother a Comfort ; but a Friend is both.
The Sluggard makes his Night till Noon.
All Women are good ; viz. good for something, or good for nothing.
An idle Person is the Devil's Playfellow.
Beauty is but Skin deep ; within is Filth and Putrefaction.
Fish and Guests smell at three Days old.